The aroma of pipe tobacco reached his nostrils, so he snuck out the back to check on his washing. It was past midday and they were nearly dry! He dressed hastily, before he made his way back into the dark cottage.
“Vijendra wants to see you at the inn” Dayang mentioned when he saw him. “We go now.”
We passed the open door of a blacksmith where Michael paused to watch the man heat steel in a forge. The blacksmith pulled the glowing rod out of the hot coals with a pair of pincers and placed the cherry-red rod across an anvil. He pounded away at the semi-molten steel with sparks flying in everywhere.
“He’s making a sword” Dayang pointed out. “We have to keep going, because the cap’ain doesn’t like to be kept waiting too long.”
Vijendra was completely engrossed in conversation with Pricilla, who was flirting with him.
“You’re sixteen today?” Michael overheard him say.
“Yes, do I get a kiss?” she asked innocently.
“I…Ok then…” he said, surprised.
She leaned over and kissed him deeply, before he noticed Dayang and his young warrior standing there.
“I have work to do, Lass” he said, breaking the kiss and pushing her away.
“Men!” she mumbled as she fumed off; mad at him for treating her like a child again.
“That will be all for now, Dayang. Sit down with me young warrior” he said, not remembering his name.
“My name’s Michael!” he said fiercely, as he watched Dayang go over to the bar for a drink.
“Ok, Michael it is. I have a job for you. Angelo Ricardo is the owner of this fine establishment and he has agreed to hire you as a kitchen hand. You will start tomorrow at the crack of dawn. Please don’t let my reputation down by failing to turn up on time. I have given Dayang some money and I’ve asked him to buy you some clothes. Just wait outside for him” he said, dismissing him abruptly.
Michael was allowed to buy several sets of long pantaloons, long-sleeved shirts, under clothes, some toiletry items, sheets and a feather pillow. He began to walk slowly back to the cottage, leaving Dayang to go back to the tavern. “At least I have a paying job” he thought to himself as he wandered back to his room slowly.
Chapter 8
The nun’s diet was strictly vegetarian with bread and tea given at dawn, before prayers and the main meal at 11am. It consisted of a watery vegetable soup, stale bread and some fruit. More prayers were said again in the afternoon – six hours of them, then a cup of tea and some biscuits for dinner.
“We are not here for a holiday, but we’re here to please God” Father Perez announced when she first arrived.
“God, I’d love a cup of coffee” she thought.
The days at the monastery were almost bearable to Constance, but the nights were sheer agony. Through the thin curtain that separated each bed she could hear the soft moaning, the creaking of the beds and heavy breathing. The nun’s cries of wild lesbian passion repelled her and, at the same time, enflamed her desires for Vijendra.
“Faster…mmm, that it” she heard someone say.
A wave of embarrassment swept over her when she accidently saw two naked nuns entangled in each other’s arms and legs. The final straw came when Dolores suggested she had a beautiful body and they would come for her one night.
“Fuck off you filthy bitch” she yelled. ”You and your friends will never touch me!”
The next morning she went to see Father Perez to complain, before asking him to summon Vijendra to pick her up.
“I’m sorry you’ve had such a bad time. I know you feel alone, but you’re not; God is always with us and he tries to guide us through the enormity of life. If you have to leave then you better leave now” he said grimly. “Dolores will take you down to the town.”
“I’m not going anywhere with that bitch. She was going to rape me” she shouted.
“Ok then, I’ll call for your belongings while you wait here and I will personally take you to Vijendra” he said slowly. “Please don’t mention any of this to anyone in the town.”
“I won’t say a word, because I’ll be just glad to leave” she said.
The Reverend Mother studied the face of the girl, before she passed her the bundle of clothes.
“Constance, the first contact with God and his followers can be very disturbing. I feel you are one of the chosen ones and are ready to devote your life to God” she suggested to her.
“I am choosing the right path and leaving here” she said haughtily.
“I’m afraid for you and I’ll pray for you” she whispered before she left the room.
“If you’re ready, we’ll go now” suggested Father Perez.
There was a horse and buggy waiting outside, so the two of them left quickly in stony silence; just the clatter of the horses hooves.
Constance felt wonderful as she walked down the tree-lined road leading into Vijendra’s property. Father Perez had left her at the main gate, before turning around and trotting the horse back to the monastery.
“Welcome back, Miss Constance” said Lucretia with a knowing smile. “Would you like anything?”
“I would love a cup of coffee, please” she said.
“Why don’t you go into the sitting room and I’ll bring you one” she said.
“I thought you needed a little more than coffee, honey” she mentioned as she placed coffee, scones, jam and cream down. “You eat as much as you like and don’ worry about those wicked nuns.”
“You knew I would be back” she said, looking straight at her.
“Uh uh” she said before walking away.
Vijendra didn’t return home that night, preferring to stay in town at the tavern. A visit to his latest whore was on his mind, but he wanted to freshen up first before dinner. He unlocked the door to room 8 and stepped inside the dark room. He lit a candle on the table near the door, before he heard a voice coming from the bed behind him.
“Signore Vijendra?” said a woman.
He turned around slowly as his eyes adjusted to the weak light, before walking over to her.
“Pricilla?” he gasped, surprised to see her stark naked. “My God! What the…?”
“I want you to make love to me” she whispered sexily.
“You’re only a child. You have to get dressed and get out now” he said angrily as he looked for her clothes.
“You won’t throw me out, because I’ll tell my father you raped me” she said haughtily.
“No you wouldn’t” he argued.
“Throw me out and you’ll find out” she whispered.
He stopped and thought about the situation, before he sat down on the bed. If Pricilla carried out her threat, her father would cut off his balls; even if he was The White Ghost.
“Pricilla, honey-bun…” he began, before she interrupted him.
“I love you sitting this close to me” she whispered as she reached for his hand.
“No. I’m serious, so please listen to me. Your father would kill me if you tell him I raped you” he said firmly, “even if I am his good friend.”
“I know!” she replied.
He sighed because of the stalemate and then he asked “What do you want from me, Pricilla?”
“I want you to fuck me like you fuck your whores” she whispered.
“No, that’s impossible. If your father found out he would still kill me” he said.
“If you throw me out he will still kill you, so you don’t have any choice” she whispered as she took his hand and guided it between her legs. “I’m a woman; please make me feel like one.”
He stared at her, trying to work out what to do.
“Why me? Why? Why?” he asked.
“Because I’m in love with you” she whispered.
In the candlelight he could see her firm round breasts and he could feel the soft downy hair between her legs. “What am I going to do?” he thought worriedly. She helped him out of clothes, before she encouraged him to lie on top of her. She guided his h
ard penis into her moist vagina and then she wrapped her hands tightly around his backside and pushed him deep inside her.
* * *
Pricilla left Vijendra an hour later, fully satisfied; her body tingling from her two climaxes. He had worried she might get pregnant, but she knew her period was only a few days away. If she became pregnant he would have to marry her.
Early the next morning, before dawn, Vijendra returned home. The sex with Pricilla last night was fantastic, but he still worried about her father finding out. Lucretia wasn’t even up yet, so he lit the stove to boil some water.
“I’ll do that for you, sir” said a sleepy voice behind him.
“Thank you Lucretia, I’ll be in the dining room” he mentioned as he walked out.
“Miss Constance has returned, sir” she said when she placed his coffee, bacon and eggs down on the table.
“Thank you Lucretia” he said absently, still in deep thought. “That’s all I need now; another problem.”
Constance awoke to the distant sounds of the church bells, disorientated by her plush surroundings. Vijendra would probably come home today, so she freshened up, dressed in clean clothes and happily walked down the stairs and into the kitchen where she greeted Lucretia.
“Mr Vijendra has returned, but he seems very sad and he’s still sitting at the dining table. He’ll probably brighten up when he sees you, so you go in there and talk to him nicely” she suggested. “Would you like bacon and eggs with your coffee or would you like scones instead, honey?”
“Scones would be nice” she said as she walked out.
“Hi Constance, It’s good to see you again” he said as she walked into the dining room.
“H…Hi” she stuttered, feeling like an idiot. “I’m thirty years old and I’m acting like a love-sick child. Stop it” she scolded herself.
“I didn’t think you would like it with the nuns” he laughed.
She was tongue-tied being so close to him again, so she said nothing.
“They didn’t cut off your tongue too” he suggested, cheerfully.
“N…No” she whispered, just before Lucretia arrived with her tray.
She ate in stony silence as he looked intently at her.
“I was going to take a walk around the property. Would you like to come with me?” he asked.
“Yes, thank you” she said.
Constance and Vijendra walked from the house then over to the pasture with cows, then the one with the horses before going over to the stream when she unashamedly kissed him under a large tree.
“I thought you hated me” he said when they parted.
“I thought that too” she mentioned before kissing him again. “Let’s go back to the house.”
Constance woke up naked in his bed and she could feel his flaccid penis pressing against her butt as she lay on her side. His left arm was draped over her and his hand nestled between her legs. His warm body felt wonderful, so she pressed her butt and grinded her hips against him. She felt his erection pressing against her and the heat grew in her loins. They had already made love, but she wanted more of this wild man.
“I love you, Constance” he whispered as his free hand pushed between her legs.
“I love you too” she purred. “Make love to me again.”
“It will be my pleasure” he whispered in her ear, before he rolled her over to face him.
* * *
Michael began work at the tavern the next morning after his chat with Vijendra, peeling potatoes and carrying water for the cook, in-between washing dishes, pots and pans. Sweeping floors and emptying the rubbish bins added to his list of chores. The day began at 6am and he didn’t return home until 8pm at night. All his food was supplied and he ate at the tavern. When Michael returned to his room at night he quickly washed before falling asleep. After five days he became accustomed to the routine, but he was looking forward to his first day off. Dayang had warned him to stay away from the owner’s daughter and Michael heeded his words. “She’s poison that one. If you touch her, her father will cut off your balls.”
Michael was fascinated by the faces and attire of the men who frequented the dingy tavern. Occasionally he had to remove the dirty plates and cutlery and wipe the tables over. Some had scruffy beards, while others wore long and curly mustaches. Some even had one wooden leg. The stench of sweat, unwashed bodies and stale beer saturated the air.
“I haven’t seen you here before” said a voice behind me.
Michael turned around and saw a beautiful girl standing there.
“I’ve been working here for five days” he said, not realizing who she was.
“Well get to work or I’ll tell my father you’re slacking off” she sneered.
Her twisted smile marred her beautiful face, so Michael assumed this was the boss’s daughter.
“Ok Miss” he mumbled humbly before returning to the kitchen with the tray of soiled dishes.
The less he saw of her, the better he would feel.
Chapter 9
It was almost midnight when Michael extinguished the candle in his room. It had been a long day and his eye lids felt like they were weighted with lead. He started work before 6am this morning and he only had two rest breaks, but he still worried Pricilla would find him slacking off. The faint sounds of voices, laughter and then moans filtered through the open window, so he rolled over on his side and tried to block out the sounds. After a while the sounds died down and Michael closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
Michael opened the door when he heard a soft knock, early in the morning, and then stepped aside to let Constance in.
“Hello Michael” she said, sitting down on the bed. “How have you been?”
“Good….How about you?” he enquired politely.
“Come here and hug me!” she said.
“I really am glad to see a friend” Michael whispered, shedding a few tears as he hugged her. “How is the convent?”
“I left that cesspit!” she replied. “I’m staying with Vijendra now. I just asked George, his assistant, to stop by while I say hello to you. I have to go and buy some food and clothes now with George as my bodyguard, but I’ll drop by sometimes.”
“Thank you for stopping by” he said as he walked out the front door with her.
Michael waved good-bye as she left in a large horse-drawn wagon. It was his day off and Michael been paid a paltry sum for his week of work, so he closed the door and made his way down the street with a few coins in his pocket. Ten minutes later he walked up a set of steps on his way to the candy shop.
“Are you lookin’ for some action, honey?” a woman asked as she stood in an open doorway.
“No” Michael replied, as he stopped and looked more closely at her.
“I give discounts for first timers” she mentioned, trying to entice him into her room.
“No thanks” he mumbled shyly.
Michael realized the woman was actually quite young and she could have been in her late teens or early twenties. She was pretty, with large breasts and a surprisingly husky voice.
“Why not? I’m a woman in need of some lovin’” she purred sexily, as she moved closer to him.
Michael began to shift uncomfortably, but he couldn’t help but notice her long black hair and fragrant perfume.
“You’re too much of a woman for me” he admitted as he quickly pushed past her and walked away.
“You jus’ come back when yor ready, hon” she laughed, blowing him a kiss.
Michael passed by the docks on his way back to his room and stopped by a dingy tavern. All of a sudden a dirty looking bearded man pushed him into the corner of the room, making him uneasy and alarmed. Michael had hidden most of his meagre pay under a loose floorboard in the cottage, so he only had enough money for some food and drink in his pocket. The strange man drew his cutlass from its sheath and Michael felt extremely nervous and he had a lump in my throat.
“Leave the lad alone” boomed a voice, well to his left.
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“What’s it to you?” he sneered.
“I’ll give you a few seconds to think about what I just said, before I cut you to ribbons” the other person suggested as he walked over to us.
“Vijendra!” Michael shouted with sheer joy.
“I didn’t know he was one of yours” he mumbled, returning his cutlass to its sheath and slinking away.
“You shouldn’t have come down here, boy. This can be a very dangerous place” Vijendra said sternly to him.
“I was just looking for something to eat. It’s my day off” Michael mentioned, trying to explain why he was near the docks.
“Something to eat? Well you better come back with me and Constance. She’s been out buying some clothes and food supplies with my assistant” he suggested.
“Miss Constance is waiting outside, Sir” said another voice.
“Thank you George, I’ll be right out” he said firmly. “Let’s go, lad.”
“Michael?” she said, surprised to see him with her lover.
“Yes. I’ve invited him back for lunch” he said as we climbed into the four seat wagon.
Michael sat on the front seat with the reins man and Vijendra sat behind him with Constance.
“I hope you like fish” she said as we set off.
“Fish will be fabulous” he replied, still shocked with what had happened.
Pricilla watched from a window as the wagon passed by the tavern, her face twisting with rage when she noticed her lover sitting beside a beautiful woman.
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